~Feral~ C.G

Ch. 3

It was laying on the ground. Hoofed legs scrambling at the concrete. She almost felt bad for it, if she hadn't been starving for days. The packet of Oreos she'd been saving only lasted her so long. It was scared, frantic. Trying to lift itself up, but every time it's foot would slip and it'd collapse.

There was an arrow sticking out of its neck. Lodged in deep, but not deep enough to kill right away. It was suffering, eyes darting around. The group was getting closer, hungry groans and gargles getting louder.

She grumbled, starting to follow along. Its panicked noises drawing them in closer. Soon they were upon it, wasting no time ripping into its side. It let out a scream and started to kick. But it was no use, soon Blonde dug into its throat. Then its eyed faded and it stopped moving. Legs growing still as it went limp. 

She crouched down, pushing against someone's shoulder as she began to pull out innards and flesh. Bringing it to her mouth. She sunk her teeth in, sharp canines piercing it. The taste bloomed across her tongue, bringing satisfaction to her rumbling stomach. She almost purred, savoring the taste.

It didn't last. She felt a harsh shove and tumbled back, scraping against the concrete. Blonde was sitting where she was, growling and staring with malice. She sat up and glared, crouching like a dog. Blonde began to move closer, hissing. Blonde soon lunged at her, clawed hands grasping her shirt as she dragged her down. Crawling on top of her, She began to snap and bite. She stared up at Blonde, eyes going wide in disbelief as she tried to push her away. What the hell? She didn't even do anything.. Guess the lead bitch was in one of her moods.

Shoving her off, She sat up. Growling. The others began to stop, starting to stare at the two females. Blonde hissed at her and began to circle, gnashing her teeth. The others began to turn away, knowing that Her fate was sealed. Blonde always won. ALWAYS.

She began to track her movements, eyes slowly following. This was a useless scramble. Unprovoked at that. She readied herself, bracing into a protective stance. The two didn't notice someone approaching. The others let out a groan, but Blonde only snapped her head back and hissed. The other shrank back, his hand trembling. When Blonde turned her head back, her eyes seemed to be staring. But not at HER. Something past her. While Blonde was distracted,, she charged. Knocking her to the ground with a loud growl. She brought her hands up, holding Blonde down. She leaned in closer to her face, about to bite when a loud
"SHHK" startled her. There was an arrow sticking through Blondes temple. She was gone.

She jerked up, turning around to the assailant. It was a man, holding one of the weapons they used. He was wearing a tattered, sleeveless jacket. His hair was long and dirty, and he was in dire need of shaving. He was staring down at the two in interest. Mixed with what looked like alarm. The others began to fall, bullets taking them down.

Another man walked up, his gun raised
"Why aren't you shooting!?" 
It had been so long since she's heard a voice. It almost made her freeze. The man with the sleeveless jacket drawled. His accent thick, even for the area.
"Look." He motioned towards her. Causing her to crouch and growl. The other man looked, pausing slightly. What was going on? Why weren't they hurting her? 

A low groan alerted all three. From the pile of the dead, a hand began to slowly raise. She knew the blackened nails. It was one of the others, a kinder one. The other man (who was wearing a tan sheriffs uniform.) began to raise his gun, in a moment of adrenaline she dived off Blonde. Using her body to shield the deer. She raised her head, hair falling into her face as she let out a hiss
"What the hell?" 
The man with the jacket stepped closer
"Lets just shoot it." 
The sheriff began to step closer to the other. The others groans began to become week, scared. She didn't want them to kill him. Albeit he was already dead, it didn't matter. When the sheriff crept closer, she launched herself over the deer. Landing on the other with a deafening screech. The men paused, eyes going wide. 
"Since when can they do that?"
The sheriff slightly lowered his gun. Staring down at her in wonder. She raised her head, hair falling out of her face. She locked eyes with him, her milky eyes staring into his bright blue ones. She growled again, slowly grabbing the others hand. He whined and looked up at her
I don't want to die. Please.

His eyes begged her. She had to save him. The man with the jacket stepped closer to his partner. His eyes never leaving her
"What's it doin?"
The sheriff just kept staring, a sullen expression slightly crossing his face
"Protecting?..." 
The other man snorted, raising his weapon again
"Its probably just pissed we're takin time from it eating." 
The sheriff grabbed his friends weapon. Lowering it
"It hasn't attacked us. Daryl. This one is different."
"Different my ass! They're all the same. This one is probably just fucked in the brain. Let's just kill it and move on."

She looked over at Daryl. Hissing. She understood them well enough. They wanted to hurt her. To kill her. She looked over at the sheriff. Her eyes begging him, begging them to listen. The sheriff turned to his friend, but it was too late. Daryl grabbed her by the shirt, throwing her to the side. In one swift motion he raised his boot, stepping down. It was all too familiar. Flashes of the little girl arose in her mind

"NO!"